(Foreword: I know this isn't the usual wrestling content you find in my blog, but I also have a spot for jobbers in the comic book/superhero arena as well. Something hot about the iconic superhero image made to grovel.)
I'm what you might call a superhero. I mean I have most of the requirements going for me:
1. Hot body; 6' 210lbs 30 inch waist, biceps like softballs and a cobblestone 8 pack set of abs. Not to blow my own horn or anything but if you're going to run around in leather and spandex you gotta be a healthy specimen am I right? I live in Comber City and doing my best to keep the city safe and look damn good doing it ;-)
2. impressive powers; I have superhuman strength and telekinetic control over water but it takes a lot of energy and concentration so that often gets sketchy. Can't breathe underwater though...that would have been even cooler.
3. Flashy costume; to compliment #1. I figured why not flaunt what i got, besides i need to be streamlined in the water, the less skin covered the better. Knee high white boots, sea foam liquid latex brief over a matching thong leotard that takes the term "painted on" to a new level, fingerless white gloves and half mask shaped like two waves along my temples.
4. Weaknesses: Electricity, yeah sucks right? It's even more deadly to me while I'm "connected" and controlling water with my mind-it's like my body becomes an extension of the water itself and so much as a spark of static electricity from wool carpet can knock me flat on my ass. I did the 9v battery trick as a kid, was basically comatose for 3 days. I also get dehydrated fairly quickly and can't go more than a day or two without water, or I'm in pretty fucked shape.
5. Arch Enemies. Okay hokey title but you gotta stick with tradition sometimes. The two biggest thorns in my side? X-Static and Sandstorm. X-Static was actually a fairly happy employee at the local power plant but sank into bitter madness after an unfortunate accident at the plant after hours that put half the city out of power for a night and put Static (formerly Neil Menza) in the hospital for three weeks, he returned to work for less than a month before he finally quit and Neil was never seen again after leaving his office that last day. Now Neil is known as X-Static, he feeds off and can actively conduct electrical currents, and can actually use lightning bolts to sort of teleport himself anywhere he chooses, so fighting him during storms is basically suicide. Shedding the thick glasses and lab coat of Neil, Static now terrorizes the city in a suit made of strategically placed white lightning bolts over his pecs and a sheer white brief with a solid bolt covering his crotch and center of his ass.
The other biggest threat to me in the city is Sandstorm. Bastard is vicious and has nearly killed me on countless occasions. I've actually never defeated him really-more of a Rocky kind of scenario where he just gets tired of kicking my ass and goes into hiding for a while. A huge fucking bruiser with shoulders the size of my head, I've gotten my ass handed to me by this guy without even calling up his powers. He can make gale force winds with his mind and he can turn shapeshift or turn his body into any quantity of sand. I can't count how many times he's had me suffocating with that lovely combo. The worst part about him is, I know what he looks like, but he almost never comes out in his natural form so I can be standing right next to him and never know it until it's too late. In his natural state he's just a big bodybuilder looking blonde dude in a brown speedo and boots, no flair for fashion in that one. His lackeys Dirt Devil and SunSpot are a force to be reckoned with as well. Teen twin brother and sister they look fairly harmless, but they can have you begging for mercy in seconds.
The reason I said I'm what you might call a superhero is because I've only been doing this for about 4 years now and frankly so far I haven't been all that effective against my two major enemies and always find myself needing help from heroes in neighboring cities. Lately it's gotten even worse and I find myself getting humiliated by even the most common convenience store thieves. It started when Static finally made my weakness public, broadcasting a humiliating session after my latest beating and capture (which also happened mid day at the beach as if that hadn't been bad enough). Every television in the city and neighboring county saw X-Static's lair suddenly appear interrupting all local broadcasts.
There I was, out cold, sprawled legs wide in a heavy duty metal chair, leaned back like a dental office, my briefs gone, showing my perfect smooth ass trench split by the thong leotard, my mask half ripped off and my gloves gone, hands cuffed in iron bands attached to the chair. Then, X-Static appeared before the camera, writhing in front of the lens and sliding his hands up and down his cut torso, low voice with a thick rolling accent over the speakers "You've wanted this." His hands slide inside his sheer brief "You've wanted this" and he starts doing an obscene pantomime of stroking off under the flimsy brief. before turning around, his sheer lightning bolt covered ass filling up the screen before he walks toward my body in the chair, just starting to moan and come around..."Good you're awake, I didn't want you to miss anything" X-Static grinned right in my face and just as my eyes opened and I could put up a fight I tried jerking my hands free, muscles in my shoulders bulging as I struggle to break the iron bands. Viewers at home see X-Static slide a hand across my barely covered chest, catching my left nipple between his fingers. My eyes roll back and I moan out my back arched and body rigid, what the home viewers don't know is that Static is sending the smallest jolts of electricity directly into my nipple which is like a horribly painful aphrodisiac, can't help growing in my leotard as he continues rolling my nipple.
Static's hand slides lower, to my abs, lower, out of the camera view, and TV's all over Comber saw their local hero suddenly convulse and almost levitate out of the chair mouth open in a silent O. Bastard was doing it on purpose-to everyone it looked like I was participating in an X-Rated public service announcement, when I was really in blinding agony to the point that I couldn't even scream. My cock growing, still out of the camera frame, as he made his forearm visibly flex for the camera, rolling his fingers against my sensitive taint and barely covered ass for kicks, sending mild electric shocks through me. Would be no more than an irritating tickle to the common man, but for me it was like a horrible ball of erotic massage and needles blasting through my crotch and ass....
